Melanie gestured to be placed down and she
slowly approached these new Ducks in her life.

"They can't be my family Mommy," the
child simply said. "I never meant them before. And if they
are my brothers, why don't they live with us?"

"Good question," Daisy mumbled under
her breath.

"Long story, but honey, your Uncle Donald
is my brother, and Daisy is his wife," Bella explained.
"And I thought it was time that you finally met them."

Melanie looked up to Dewey and Louie.
"Aren't you sure you are not my cousins? You are so
tall."

Louie crunched down to be eye level to the
girl. "Well, " he said in calm voice, we do have the
same mother. "Hey, what to go to my room and play some video
games or a video?"

You have some Mickey Mouse?!" Melanie
asked excitedly.

Louie laughed. "Yes, in fact I do. Hey
come with me."

He offered Melanie his hand. Melanie looked up
to her mother. "Can I go?" she asked.

Bella nodded. "Thanks Louie," she
said. "I would like to talk you later, okay?"

Louie nodded, but said nothing else to his
mother. "Come on Melanie," he repeated.

Melanie accepted his hand and the two left the
room.

Once Melanie and Louie were out of earshot,
Dewey let out a huge sigh.

"So mom, is that the last surprise?"
asked Dewey.

Bella nodded. "Yes."

*End of Scene one *

Sixteen-year-old Gosalyn Mallard was laying on
her bed, tackling her mountain of homework. Her favorite band was
streaming out of her stereo system.

"I hate Algebra!" she shouted.

But suddenly there was a knock at her window.
Gosalyn quickly jumped out of her bed.

"Hey Gos!" a voice called. "Hey
Gos, let me in."

Gosalyn went to her window, and peeked through
the curtain.

"Huey?" she inquired. But without
saying more, she opened her window and let the duck in.

"Are you crazy?" she asked. "You
are lucky my dad is not home, he would kill you."

Huey walked past Gosalyn and plopped on the
bed.

He rubbed his eyes then stared at the ceiling.
"My life is crap anyway."

Gosalyn plopped next to Huey on the bed. This
time the bounce created caused Gosalyn's textbooks to crash to
the ground.

"Why so?" she asked.

"My mother," he sighed.

"Your mother," she repeated.
"You never talk about her."

Huey scuffed. "Not like she cares about
me."

"You know I never really knew my
mother she died so long ago," Gosalyn started.

"My mother may as well be dead she is
to me," Huey stated.

Gosalyn got up from the bed. "Never say
that."

"Gosalyn Your mother, your
grandfather they didn't choose to leave, they died. My
mother chose to leave it is not the same. My Uncle Donald is
the only parent I need. I mean you, you practically grew up with
one parent yourself as well. Daisy is more of a mother to me as
well too."

Gosalyn nodded. "True, but it wouldn't
hurt to let your mother in too, eventually. Think of it this way
Huey you will look like better person."

Huey gave Gosalyn a weird look.

Gosalyn laughed.

"On the other hand, you could also just
make her work for it " she suggested.